There's an original, and I doubt I will publish it. The world that the new Inner Sakura lived and died in is an Alternate Universe that I created one night. If you don't understand some things, PM me, or take a look at my profile, I'll update it when I feel the need to.
She didn't understand why her life had to end the way it did. It just happened. Like everything in her life, it had to end with blood and death and misery.
Had she known that her land was up for grabs, she would have left. But because her Kingdom was ruled by a harsh dictator, no one told her or her old neighbor about the oncoming war the Nobles were going to have to take it.
She had died from collateral damage. Her small farm was one of the last to be attacked. They set it on fire, with their battle horses neighing in the distance. She told them to get off of her land, and they refused. Telling her that they don't take orders from pathetic scum, and tried to enter her home to loot it of what ever they came for. Had they known about her status in the next villages to the east and south, they would have known that she doesn't take anyone's bullshit.
She did what she did for a living.
She killed them. She stole their horses and looted them of their weapons and anything that she might have needed. Her actions left the Kingdoms in disarray. This little girl was a nobody, how did she kill off one of their best troops all alone? If the dictator had kept track of the Underground Fights then he would have known. She was a legend there. She could take on an entire army of the worlds best army all alone.
The Nobles wanted her on their side, she was after all a sign of strength in the neighboring villages. They had fought over her. Soon enough, they got bored of their tug-of-war with the pissed off woman. It had gotten to the point of threats. If she didn't join them, they would kill her... loved ones? They didn't know that she lived alone. That she lived to survive. She honestly didn't care if she had to make ties only to break them in the end. They bribed her and they threatened her. She could take on the strongest of the strongest troops, so what said she couldn't take on a few threats?
Soon, they got bored with her. Wasted troops for her to join them. It was her fault for gaining their attention. She had to pay.
They asked her for land. She refused. They asked her for money. She told them she had none. They asked her to teach their troops. She said she didn't like people. They told her she didn't have a choice. She said she doesn't, but death was still an option for both parties.
In rage, one of the Nobles burnt down her house and farm. They knew she was smart, but they thought that she would not think about being set on fire. What they hadn't known is that she knew. She didn't know. She guessed. Her motto was to prepare for the unexpected. Even if it meant that she was preparing for something bizarre.
She had set up traps to cage the soldiers in her land to burn. She knew she was going to burn, and had expected a fight and to die, but she didn't expect such a large number of knights. She counted thirty. She made sure to kill some in a fight, and let the rest burn in her lands. Her last words to the burning men beneath her were; "I have died many times in my lifetime, I am not afraid of some pathetic fire that I could have taken out. They should know that I am a wild bird, doing what I please when I please. I shall die tonight in laughter upon your burning corpses."
Like she had said, she died with a grin that could make the most brute of men shiver. Her bloodied form now nothing but burnt bones and flesh.